His Little Kitten
“Toodaloo, sweet stuff!”
I wink at him as I slip past the seal and into the supernatural area which seems to exist in a dimension all its own. The music here is varied and hard hitting, there are caged dancers, S&M performers and drinks designed for our systems.
I stroll up to the bar and ask for a triple cherry blossom cooler. The bartender’s eyes go wide.
“My bestie in New York owns a shifter nightclub. I know what I’m doing,” I say.
“Yeah, there is a lot of alcohol in it, but you are the first Kitsune I’ve met besides myself. I lost my parents before I was old enough to walk,” the bartender says.